8

8 more months to go...
It's better now. I don't miss him that much anymore. Maybe it's because he doesn't write often since he has no time. No time, my foot. If he'd write every three days or so I'd be totally hooked, but he writes once a week at the most.... what does he expect of me? To sit and wait like a loyal dog? No thanks. The more I miss him the more I want to just lunge at the next best guy that comes along and hook up. Forgetting is a terrible thing. But it feels good once you're done.
The worst about missing someone is the memory of their touch and warmth. You can remember their voice, their smell, their looks, but their touch is something that just can't be compensated by your memory. It's too real. Which is why deep down inside, I hate myself for getting into this mess. I'd sworn never to start a long distance relationship again, and here I am, pining over my miles-away-boyfriend. Go me.